ohio friend’s wife????????????
yes but do you see creepy serial killer guy profile
xpost yes exactly!!!!!!!!!!
Okay holy shit. Is there any way to determine whether that woman is still alive? I mean, clearly she was in 1986 or so, but that’s not telling us much.
haha yeah “ohio friend’s wife” is the creepiest name for a photo set ever devised
ally I keep forgetting yr flickr name so every time you say “check my flickr page” I google “basic time of friends”
How can you tell who’s looking at your flickr shots??
laurel, you can’t unless they specifically make it one of their favorites, then it will show up an alert saying someone favorited one of your photographs.
also brian, my flickr name is allyzay!!! but fair enough, i am the only person willing to man up and use that tag.
Ahh, good, right. That answers my question, but makes it even scarier that he’s “favorited” them. Can you block other users?
you can make some pix private. c.f. that one pic of the dead lady on the table I posted on noizey board
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yeah you can make things private but the problem with that (right now, at least) is that the majority of people who i’m trying to show these pix to do not have flickr accts. :\
so, i figure maybe next week after everyone’s seen them i’ll go in and private a few of them to stop crepes.
NEVER STOP MAKING CREPES ALLYZAY
Oh well. Serial killer has about 650 “favorites” and they are all of weddings, specializing in cleavage shots and garter removal. So his kink is specific. Post-wedding, you’re probably fine.
eeeew i didn’t investigate that far
what’s funny about flickr is how a person’s fetish is just out there, for everyone to see. like that guy that only fav’d dudes in shorts???
wait, it was dudes in socks
Socks and shorts go so well together.
FLIPPERS ON THE RADIO
REVELATORS ON THE RADIO
ALICE COLTRANE ON THE RADIO
oh man i meant to call in to your radio show and harass you but i forgot ;_;
you did not srsly play revelators—MW, when do we get to cash the royalty check on that?
HOLY SHIT, “ohio friend’s wife”!!!!!!!!!
UH
LAST DAY BITCHES
TOM, time to fuck some shit up, I don’t think Alaska needs the internets today.
“royalties” my “royalties” have already been paid to me, in the form of a free trip to Europe.
also i flaked on the radio show and forgot to listen—sorry PS! thanks for playing the hits though.
fuck shit up? I never
dear dad:
METAL!!!!!!!!!
sincerely,
yr daughter
ps you look much thinner upside down drinking out of a keg, you should do that more often instead of the whole whiskey thing you’ve decided is your steez.
that is not ps
diabetes
post script
piss shit
pony song
profit sex
ok bored
pork sandwich
pasta salad
poached salmon
I think those are my lunch choices
pussy slaw
parrot skeet
tubgirl really changed you
megalolz
let’s not blame tubgirl for everything.
It’s my last day at the FBI
what should I eat from the cafeteria
I want a slice of pizza
no I don’t
I want a dough-nut
no I don’t
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know what I want
I got to shake hands and say goodbyes
so many people I don’t know
I want a large coffee
no I don’t
I want a frankfurter
no I don’t
I want a soda
no I don’t
I want a stiff drink
that’s right
Leave a note for that one guy
Turn in my badge and give back my keys
I want an ice cream sandwich
no I don’t
I want a piece of pie
no I don’t
I want a bowl of soup
no I don’t
I want to get the fuck out
that’s right
It’s my last day, last day, last day at the FBI
JAAAANNNnnnnnnnng
HOORAY FOR TOMBOT
lolz:
Leave a note for that one guy
needs more janga
meetings are fucking lame
i just moved out of my cubicle. i’m back in the shared office i was in a year ago. luckily i’m not sharing it with anyone right now because the other person who does my job here got fed up and quit last fall and they just got around to hiring someone this week. so right now i have a HUUUUUUUUGE office to myself, which isn’t as good as when i had the small office to myself all the time because that one had a private bathroom and, more importantly, a lock on the door.
866
562
2363
is the number I need to remember when they fuck up my final paycheck
guys new ilx totally sucks and no one talks about anything interesting at all? what the fuck is that about? they’re the same people from this ilx, right? minus us, i mean.
it’s like, i dunno why i just went in and posted anything there because ain’t no one gonna say a damn thing, they too busy arguing with tuomas about internet memes?
it does blow, heartily.
i’d post something interesting but i caught a case of the hangover in my sleep.
yeah that happens to me regularly, i think it is something in my house causing it...
say a prayer for the kitty Q who is going to the heart doctor this afternoon!
HELLO BUT YOU HAVE AN OFFICE! That is rad / radder / raddest. Can you play music in there now?
GOOD LUCK KITTY Q, I LOVE YOU EVEN THOUGH YOU HIDE FROM ME A LOT AND HOPE YOU FEEL YOUR BEST SOON.
Can you play music in there now?
being in my cubicle never stopped me but yes, i can play it at a louder volume with no fear of offending anyone with blue lyrics. also, i’m no longer sitting directly between to HVAC ducts so my allergies are going apeshit!
now if only there were a pizza fairy to bring me lunch this would be the best day ever.
oh, and i got my jaguar back last night. L bought a tele so she doesn’t need the jag. i pretty much got the bridge fixed for free. but the saddles are fucked up on it still, that will be my next project.
LET’S FORWARD EMAILS TO EVERYONE WE KNOW
CAT GOING TO THE DOCTOR
MAY HAVE HEART PROBLEM
HELP US GET THAT JESUS HELP
congrats on the jag! time for the fake band to have a fake practice
xpost whatever dude, i love my cat
btw guys stanley tucci was the best thing about the devil wears prada and he gets screwed at the end. everybody in that movie was a dickhead for real though.
like hathaway’s bf wants to be a chef, right, and her other friend shows up to happy hour in a bad suit and tie all the time, and her other friend is trying to be some kind of art photographer, these people bitching and complaining that SHE’s got some workaholic bullshit job eating up her life are obviously projecting, heavily, or they’re in for a serious fucking wake up call.
shit did not EVEN make SENSE y’all
she should have had a friend who was a fuck-ya-face blogga, constantly adorning himself head-to-toe in hipster grandpa garb and drinking pabst, then that character could have picked on her incessantly and it would not have been ridiculous nonsense
You mean trying to explain mortgages to the lex does not float your boat?
tom i think you’re projecting now a little bit
and then at the end she’s all like oh I don’t want to end up like Anna Wintour so she just up and quits in the middle of fucking Paris or whatever, then goes and gets a job at what I can only assume is some kind of mock-up of the Voice or the Post or some other homeless blanket, wanting to write stories about the subway strike, right, and seriously WTF DO YOU THINK YOUR HOURS ARE GOING TO BE LIKE NOW? OH WAIT NO PARIS TRIPS THOUGH. bunch of stupid crazy googly-eyed doofuses in that fucking movie
also you basically just described stanley tucci’s role so what are you talking about?
hahahaha yeah but he picked on her for not working hard ENOUGH
and no pabst
I enjoyed the film
yeah if there was one glaring oversight in a movie basically about VOGUE, it’s lack of pabst
you are such a fag
“oooh this movie is making me excited for the new project runway!! oooh i love stanley tucci! oooh girl needs to just dump that loser boyfriend and fake christopher hutchins and get herself a winner!” etc etc
i wish i had like trained pizza monkeys or maybe midget butlers to whose sole purpose would be to bring me pizza. kind of like my bacon caddy idea. man i can’t wait to win the lottery and bring all these ideas to fruition.
maybe next time dad and brent are in town you can sit with them and watch evita instead of go drinking with me and my sisters, like they did last time they were in town. it seems like your kind of party, you giant girl.
xpost yes that is basically everyone’s dream.
ok so the logic here is that by finding 6 out of 7 characters in a girly movie basically intolerable, I am some kind of a man-lady? I’m not buying it.
how about I go get my SCI-FI DEBRIEF down in the xfiles basement and then go drink a beer with my ex-colleagues at the elephant und castle
whatever, homo, i will need your keys though if you are staying out past when i leave work??
I’m not planning to!
yo tom j0sh is in town next week!
yo everyone want to go out thurs night and get drinks with my bro j0sh?
my name is everyone
yo everyone u died or something
i live
i live, i think
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n7PEMGuA6tw
(Who else here is actually from DC/MD/VA & saw this?)
what kind of phone number is “USA-1000” and how to i procure it.
ok last hurrah
it’s no WDZAPT though, sadly
I dig the tron flavor, though
(totally unedited)
that guy is otm, i’m always asking rich to do that
CREEPIE
ok do i send this e-mail to my colleagues or is this just batshit bitchy should write letter of resignation and THEN send this e-mail
Everyone,
These are the territories, and their sales representatives, for the United States recruitment sales:
Northeast: Al1son M1ll4r
Southeast: VACANT
Midwest/Canada: D4ryl 4nders0n
West Coast: N1ck Hint1b1dz3
Please do not, unless D4ryl or N1ck are out of the office, ever again forward me inquiries from non-Northeast territories. I am not even receiving commissions for my own territory currently, so it’s a little obnoxious to be forwarding me other people’s work, especially if you preface it with statements like, “Here’s a lead for you!” or “Easy money for you!” It isn’t that hard to memorize who does what, being as there is only three of us, but if you truly cannot remember any of this information, please print out this e-mail and tape it to your computer/phone/desk to prevent confusion in the future, as I am going to start forwarding all erroneous forwards right back to you.
Thanks in advance.
i’m using the term “colleagues” pretty fucking loosely at this point as the word implies some kind of peer value or something and i am apparently the only person who works here as far as anyone else seems to notice or care.